Aya AU: meeting Cat

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan is hanging out near the station, waiting for Aya to get off work. Every now and then his hair makes a semi-disgruntled mrrp? noise. The reason for that is the small black cat who is not in the cat carrier at his feet.

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[sliceitwithwind]

"That's why I get the big bucks." Dilan says, kissing her cheek.

"Mrrrp!"

[mitochondriaaya]

"And when you do end up living at your lab can you have visitors?" she asked curiously, settling Cat back against her shoulder "Or do we all get to stay out of the way?"

[sliceitwithwind]

"I take half an hour three times a day to eat, no matter what." Dilan says (his secretary scares him to death. She's got six children, and isn't afraid to mother.) "People who want to see me can drop in for them. Six in the morning, noon, and six at evening."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Six, noon, six." she repeated, just to set them in memory. "How long do these bouts of living at the lab usually last?" she asked. Yes, she was planning for the future. After all, it was only fair. He came to see her when she was free!

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan coughs, looks awkward, and says, "No more than a month."

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya is staring at you Dilan. Just...staring.

And petting Cat.






"Yeah. I can work with those times, even if I only manage on my day off." she sighed.

[sliceitwithwind]

"That happens about every other year?" Dilan offers, "Sorry."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hey, you put up with my job." she pointed out at last. "I can deal with occasional insanity from yours." Still...a month. Christ.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Very occasional, I promise." he says, hand over his heart.

[mitochondriaaya]

"I'll hold you to that." she muttered darkly to Cat's ears. What? They were fuzzy, and there at lip level! "Though if starting occurring too often, with such duration, I could arrange a kidnapping..."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Promise." Dilan swears, hand on his heart, "It takes several things coming to a head at the same time for it to even be a possibility."

[mitochondriaaya]

"You're a dedicated man, Dilan." Aya relented and chuckled, reaching up to touch his cheek gently. "And smart enough to have way too damn many projects going at once. I'm duly warned though."

Well. She'd take what she could right now. And right now that was Dilan, Cat, and coffee.

[sliceitwithwind]

"Well, yes." Dilan says with a shrug, "It's my calling, not just my job."

[mitochondriaaya]

"And that's why I won't bitch." she admitted. "I'll just fuss some when it happens."

[sliceitwithwind]

"Which is perfectly fair." Dilan agrees. "I'll do my best to return the favour."

[mitochondriaaya]

"Hmmm, I try for fair." she chuckled. "This the place?" she asked, nodding a series of outdoor tables near an 'open' sign.

...and were they going to order anything for Cat?

[sliceitwithwind]

"This is the place." Dilan agrees, ordering a cup of coffee for himself, and a saucer of cream for Cat.

[mitochondriaaya]

Aya ordered coffee as well and kicked her feet up on the opposite chair so Cat could stalk between seats as it suited her. Kitty bridge!!

Yes, this would be Aya tilting her head to watch the cat walk around.

In general it was quiet, and relaxed, and so many nice, little things. Eventually she remembered to sip her coffee and tilt her head in the other direction to lay on Dilan's arm. "Tell me about your day?" she asked simply.

[sliceitwithwind]

Dilan grins at her and kisses her hair, "Well we - wait. Um. Just a second." he's obviously figuring out what he can talk about in public.

[mitochondriaaya]

She laughed at that and glanced up at his face "You can go with vague?" she offered "I worked on a few open cases and growled with Danny a lot. We didn't get much done, so we'll work on it again tomorrow." that was the easiest way to discuss homicide cases outside the precinct?

[sliceitwithwind]

"We made a couple of strides that are very encouraging, but my pet project is still refusing to cooperate." Dilan says eventually.

[mitochondriaaya]

"Shame on it." she noted. "You don't end up kicking things when pieces aren't falling into place, do you?" she asked easily. "Danny's put quite a dent in his desk..."

[sliceitwithwind]

He blinks at her for a minute, then says gently, "No, Aya. I don't get violent when I'm frustrated. Or when I'm angry. It's too dangerous."

[mitochondriaaya]

Her smile faded somewhat at the serious turn, but she nodded "Sorry, cops are a violent bunch. It seems normal to ask and tease." she admitted.

[sliceitwithwind]

"I could really hurt someone." Dilan points out, "And I don't want to do that. I don't even yell."